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he was still ton open for all to see. Crowley had fabricated a simple button-up and slacks for him to wear, apologetice that he wasn't able to provide the layers azripahel was acutly missing. Too many of lucifer;s dark council demaned to see the wound on a whim; crolwey had offered to make him something with a zipper, but there was something self soothing about worring at his btoons. besides. relly? a zipper?> he did have some standrds, even here!
Hell was much more opressive this second trip around, and the overly long stay was makig it hard for hte angel to remain clear headed. he was mortified that he was *tired* so often, and no matter the face he put on, it was clear that whole ocuncil knew it. as soon as the novelty of his citcumatances wore off, there was litterlay nothing azirpahle or crolwey could do to keep him safe, and that weighted down ont hem almost as much as the sulpgic air of hell itself.
he excepted them to find no allies in the matter, any favour crolwey had gathered had been burned away at he airfield, but lucifer was strangly restrianed, and heavy headned all at once, demainind order during the meeting the angels was trotted out for. he didn't stop the angel from being manganded and groped, but be also did not allow the angel to me tormented, verbally or physically. he also refused to tollerat any of this demons, included corlwey, to touch azirpahles wings while such meetings where in session.
azirpahle, and by extention crowely, where expected to be present at each meeting, thoughneighter was given a place a the table, instead religaed to a corner of to lucifer;s side behind Belzabuub. the lord of the Flies was quite vocal at having crolwey at their back in the begining, but lucifer silanced any protesting with a sharp - "Do you think me incapable of order in my own court?"
crolwey made sure to be on his utmost best behaouir after taht - it might be tempting to taunt his superior officer, to pay them back for six thousand years of petty torment, but he also understood that doing so would remove him from future proceddings, and could break the nonverbal treaty keeping azirpahle safe. Lucifer had only promiced to keep him unFallen after all.
still, he had to wacth his beloved, still unwell and distorght from heavens torments, being continuously trotted out like a freak in a circus show. had to stay his tounge when buttons hwere undone and azripahle would fight to remain stoic, yet another demon lord thrusting their hands inside is ingury to prod at his exposed grace. it could be worse .. it could of been him, instead of legion, that the council dicided to viviset one meeting, azirpahle forced to lay down side byseide with the screaming demon as they where compaired. that eric had not surived the meeting, and azirahle had broken at one point, quite tears streaming down his face as the entire group got to watch first hand the dark void that filled each of them sputter and die inside the young man-looking vessel. once this shard of legion died, dissapating like mist in the sun, the body started to break down immediatly with no power left to hold it together.
a crusous kindness if you will, had a feshfaced erik bring a messge to lucifer not long after. crolwey was more than happy to introduce azirpahle to the cockrach of a demon, "He'll likely be the only one of us left after the war - regardless of who wins," crolwey explained, trying to ignore the touched look on Eric's face. legion was always a strange one, but they'd never given croley any issues, and might be one of hte only demons who found the humans as facinating as he did.
"Call me Eric," the frshfaced demon said - he could pass as humna, even in hell, split across so many vessels as he was. where as even crolwey got a bit scally the longer he was down here - legion just split off into more eriks to balance it out.
"i watche dyou die.." azirahle said finally, holding erik's hand like a lifeline. the demon only blushed, no one had ever cared abotu him dying in six thousdand years.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," Erik steeled with fianlly, and crolwey rolled his eyes to avoid the pleased look threating to break across his own face. he shouldn't be supriesd, he guessed, that azirpahle would make freinds with erik.
being one of the nly dmeons that could surive the wrath of a unwanted message, erik popped in more often after that. suprisingly, lucier even whent to far as to not only allow it, but incourage it.
Hell was much more opressive this second trip around, and the overly long stay was makig it hard for hte angel to remain clear headed. he was mortified that he was *tired* so often, and no matter the face he put on, it was clear that whole ocuncil knew it. as soon as the novelty of his citcumatances wore off, there was litterlay nothing azirpahle or crolwey could do to keep him safe, and that weighted down ont hem almost as much as the sulpgic air of hell itself.
he excepted them to find no allies in the matter, any favour crolwey had gathered had been burned away at he airfield, but lucifer was strangly restrianed, and heavy headned all at once, demainind order during the meeting the angels was trotted out for. he didn't stop the angel from being manganded and groped, but be also did not allow the angel to me tormented, verbally or physically. he also refused to tollerat any of this demons, included corlwey, to touch azirpahles wings while such meetings where in session.
azirpahle, and by extention crowely, where expected to be present at each meeting, thoughneighter was given a place a the table, instead religaed to a corner of to lucifer;s side behind Belzabuub. the lord of the Flies was quite vocal at having crolwey at their back in the begining, but lucifer silanced any protesting with a sharp - "Do you think me incapable of order in my own court?"
crolwey made sure to be on his utmost best behaouir after taht - it might be tempting to taunt his superior officer, to pay them back for six thousand years of petty torment, but he also understood that doing so would remove him from future proceddings, and could break the nonverbal treaty keeping azirpahle safe. Lucifer had only promiced to keep him unFallen after all.
still, he had to wacth his beloved, still unwell and distorght from heavens torments, being continuously trotted out like a freak in a circus show. had to stay his tounge when buttons hwere undone and azripahle would fight to remain stoic, yet another demon lord thrusting their hands inside is ingury to prod at his exposed grace. it could be worse .. it could of been him, instead of legion, that the council dicided to viviset one meeting, azirpahle forced to lay down side byseide with the screaming demon as they where compaired. that eric had not surived the meeting, and azirahle had broken at one point, quite tears streaming down his face as the entire group got to watch first hand the dark void that filled each of them sputter and die inside the young man-looking vessel. once this shard of legion died, dissapating like mist in the sun, the body started to break down immediatly with no power left to hold it together.
a crusous kindness if you will, had a feshfaced erik bring a messge to lucifer not long after. crolwey was more than happy to introduce azirpahle to the cockrach of a demon, "He'll likely be the only one of us left after the war - regardless of who wins," crolwey explained, trying to ignore the touched look on Eric's face. legion was always a strange one, but they'd never given croley any issues, and might be one of hte only demons who found the humans as facinating as he did.
"Call me Eric," the frshfaced demon said - he could pass as humna, even in hell, split across so many vessels as he was. where as even crolwey got a bit scally the longer he was down here - legion just split off into more eriks to balance it out.
"i watche dyou die.." azirahle said finally, holding erik's hand like a lifeline. the demon only blushed, no one had ever cared abotu him dying in six thousdand years.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," Erik steeled with fianlly, and crolwey rolled his eyes to avoid the pleased look threating to break across his own face. he shouldn't be supriesd, he guessed, that azirpahle would make freinds with erik.
being one of the nly dmeons that could surive the wrath of a unwanted message, erik popped in more often after that. suprisingly, lucier even whent to far as to not only allow it, but incourage it.
